I am not one of many; I am one who knew
The volutes of your labyrinth
A sliding hand on the inner skin
The wall where pain had snagged
And wrought its patterns now overlaid
With sorrow’s bark; some sores still wept
With my hand which heeded pits and scabs
And made them call, O I said
O you replied
You whispered of his scarlet sash
and I said;
Corals are living bones.
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When I awoke
With that cold apple in my hand
They asked me
‘Is it faith or conciousness?’
As I couldn’t speak just yet
Being numbed by the chambers of my heart
The diastolic interstices, the silence
Mirrored all silences
The space around the fruit more lambent
Than the flesh, core and skin.
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When I awoke, everything was different.
It was as though cool fingers had sifted and sorted the past.
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One of those dancing princesses- graphite on paper copyright Veronica Aldous
I learned to trust
Scraping the ice from my boot heels
Winnowing snow from my bushy hair
Dark paths led me to the guilt house
Where lies were spun into fairy tales
Oh loveliness of surprise!
Thinking your bones were just like mine
Here’s Fuchsia in her broken tower
Her electric skull a shifting paradigm
I am the girl in the blue mirror
The castle’s walls will rise again.
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Textile with hand embroidery and original drawing– Veronica Aldous 207 all rights reserved
You ask a question
Which the child in me
Sees as part of a butterfly drift
I even smiled.
The child is handcuffed to a rail
In an airport
She is 5
She cannot answer
Did you do what was necessary?
Means your ends, your means
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